The Awakening

by Kate Chopin

A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: "Allez vous-en! Allez vo...

The Age of Fable

by Thomas Bulfinch

ANCIENT mythologies have much to do with modern literature.

Dubliners

by James Joyce

THERE WAS no hope for him tins time: it was the third stroke.

Ethan Frome

by Edith Wharton

I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...

Gitanjali (song offerings)

by Rabindranath Tagore, Marie Luise Gothein

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.

The Age of Innocence

by Edith Wharton

On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.

The Castle of Otranto

by Horace Walpole

'Salem’s Lot

by Stephen King

Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son.

And Then There Were None

by Agatha Christie

IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...

Heidi

by Spyri, Johanna

IN a small Swiss town in the shadow of the mountains is a path that leads, straight and steep, into the Alps.

The House of Mirth

by Edith Wharton

Selden paused in surprise.

The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.

Die Leiden des jungen Werthers

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Candide

by Voltaire

Chapitre I. Comment candide fut élevé dans un beau château, et comment il fut chassé d'icelui. Il y avait en Vestp...

Decamerone

by Giovanni Boccaccio

DEAREST ladies, it is fitting that everything done by man should begin with the marvelous and holy name of Him who was t...

Le Morte d'Arthur

by Thomas Malory

KING VORTIGERN the usurper sat upon his throne in London, when, suddenly, upon a certain day, ran in a breathless messen...

The Pilgrim's Progress

by John Bunyan

When at the first I took my Pen in hand, / Thus for to write; I did not understand / That I at all should make a little ...

Aeneis

by Publius Vergilius Maro

I sing of arms and of the man, fated to be an exile, who long since left the land of Troy and came to Italy to the shore...

The Canterbury Tales

by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham

Whan that April with his showres soote

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

by Harriet A. Jacobs

Eu nasci escrava, mas nunca soube disso até que seis anos de uma infância feliz tivessem se passado.